Safe?.... Hardly! (Re-edited for easier reading)

"Hello?"

Bob asked.

"Hello."

Said the taller of the two men.

"I'm detective Blue, and this is detective Armstrong!"

"You can call me Billie!"

The other added.

"Oh..."

Bob was stuck for words for a moment.

"come in."

As the two very different detectives followed Bob's gesture, and entered the house, their eyes were instantly drawn to the huddle of men on the sofa, and looked back questioningly towards Bob.
They were well aware that emotions would be fraught, considering the current situation, but the scene before them suggested that something more had happened, beyond the abduction they knew of.

"This came through the door."

Bob stated quietly, walking over to the laptop and removing the memory stick to hand to them.
Detective Blue tilted his head slightly and frowned.

"You've watched it?"

Bob nodded, his face taking on a hint of green.

"What's on it?"

Bob couldn't meet the other man's eyes, in fact, it was all he could do to not bolt from the room at the mere thought of what he'd witnessed on the screen, even if he hadn't seen the worst bits. Shakily he took a breath.

"Gerard...be..being..."

Bob swallowed hard before whispering so the three badly traumatised men on the couch didn't hear.

"..raped and t..tortured."

"Shit!"

Detective Armstrong, Billie, hissed, earning him a glare from the other man. He didn't seem to notice.
Blue sighed with slight annoyance, then turned back to Bob.

"We're going to have to watch it. Can we use your laptop?"

He asked, nodding his head towards the device. Bob nodded in reply.

"And is there somewhere else we can set up? The kitchen or something?"

Again, Bob just nodded, before picking up the computer and leading the way out of the room.
A few minutes later, he returned to the living room, closing the adjoining door behind him and heading back to the sofa, where Frank, Mikey and Ray all sat, quiet, stunned and frightened. Settling himself down, Bob rested his head in his hands and let a few tears fall silently down his cheeks. Sure, he had to be strong for them... but everyone had their limits.

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~Across town~

"FRANKIE!!"

Gerard screamed as he recognised just what it was that the evil fuckhead was holding in his sweaty hands this time.

Bert grinned wide before going to put a new memory stick in the camera, and turn it on, checking the focus and stepping infront of the lens.

"Hi there Frankie, I know you thought it was all over, well actually, so did I. But it isn't! I have so many more games to play with little Gerard here..."

He stepped to the right a fraction so that the camera could now see the writhing and whimpering man tied, face down on "The Chair", his naked body folded over so that his feet touched the cold floor.

"...and I just know you want to see each and every one of them."

Bert giggled, he actually giggled, sick fuck!

"This.."

He held up his next toy for the camera.

"...is a whip! But you already know that, right?"

Grinning maniacally, Bert walked slowly over to Gerard's side.

"This might sting a little."

He chuckled, before raising the whip, and bringing it cracking down against the petrified mans bare back.
If they had been closer to town, Bert would've worried about all the screaming, but as they were so far away from the nearest occupied buildings, he figured it didn't matter, Gerard could make as much noise as he liked. Besides, the noises turned Bert on!

Lifting it again, and bringing it down again, he marvelled at the pretty red marks that began to criss-cross Gerard's pale skin, and, apparently, the drugs were still working, cos there was no sign of him passing out yet.

*Crack, crack, crack*

The whip came down time and time again, each strike making Gerard jolt and cry out in agony, his face wet from tears, his skin on his back starting to split and bleed.

"You enjoying yourself there Hun?"

Bert sneered, getting close to the other mans face.

"It makes such pretty patterns."

*Crack, crack, crack*

Satisfied with his masterpiece, Bert returned the whip to its spot on his toy table, and considered his next move. Branding? Blinding? Stretching? ...Or he could play around with the taser again!?
Yes! The taser!

Removing the small device from his back pocket, he grinned nastily at the camera.

"Taser!"

He said, somewhat unnecessarily, as he pressed the button, and an arc of electricity passed from one wire to the other in demonstration.
Bert turned back to Gerard and immediately pressed the taser against his side, pressing the button and watching as his body tensed and twitched under the current, eyes wide and fearfull, teeth clenched tight. He held it there for several seconds then removed it, listening to the broken man pant and whine, then, he repeated the process.
Twenty minutes of this later, and Bert was getting a little bored. He was also very horny!

Putting down the taser, he stripped himself off and stepped up behind the trembling man, and, with a wink to camera, he grabbed Gerard's ass cheeks, pulled them roughly apart, and forced himself in! Gerard screaming, long and loud.

Even though Gerard had felt worse pain in the last few hours, this was still the most hated. As Bert thrust violent and deep into his already abused hole, he felt like his entire body was being torn in half. Bert took the opportunity to slap his thin fingers onto each of the bloody, enflamed marks across the other man's ruined back, causing him to scream and thrash wildly, which, if truth be told, made Bert feel like he was riding a bucking bronco, and that, had always kinda turned him on.

This was so much better than a bronco though. This was Gerard, bucking and howling in pain beneath him, and no matter how many times he did this, he'd never get tired if it. And of course, it was definitely the best when he took Gerard by force!

As Bert felt his climax approach, he reached both his hands forward over Gerard's bleeding back, and wrapped them around his slender neck, squeezing tight, enraptured by the gagging and choking noises that it drew from Gerard's constricted throat.

"Ahh..ahhh...GerAARRDD!"

He shouted out, thrusting, fast and sloppy towards the end, and with a final, brutal thrust, he came, hard, the sounds made by the powerless male beneath him, making his orgasm all the more intense.

"Wow. Was it good for you?"

He smirked as he slid out, slapping Gerard's butt as he did.

"Well Frankie..."

He said, turning to camera.

"I had fun, but I'm kinda tired now, so I'm gonna set something up, then get some shut eye."

Bert chuckled, as if at some private joke.

Moving around the chair, Bert put several things in place.
First- He strapped Gerard's head down again, this time turned to face the camera.
Second- He secured small pieces of sticky tape to Gerard's eyelids, forcing them to remain open.
Third- He stood a large torch, attached to a tripod, in front of Gerard's face, and turned it on.
The light was extremely bright, and it's position, and Gerard's incapacitated state, made him whine and whimper, his eyes watering perfusely and trying to role to the back of his head to escape the burn.

"Well, now that's done... time for bed...for me, anyway. I'll just leave you to watch Geegee go blind, or mad...or both? Hahaha"

Bert laughed out loud as he walked out of the cameras view.

"NIGHT!"

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~Back at Frankies house~

The kitchen door opened and Bob raised his head towards the two detectives. They both looked destinctly pale, and decidedly uneasy.

"W..where's the c...can?"

Billie stuttered out.

"Down the hall, first on the right."

Bob pointed him towards the bathroom. Before he'd even finished giving the directions, the somewhat green looking man had bolted for the door. A moment later... the house rung with the sound of detective Billie Armstrong, puking his guts up in Frank Iero's toilet.

"I'm next!"

Detective Blue muttered under his breath. He knew he'd never, ever get used to stuff like that, and that, he decided, was a very good thing indeed!

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